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Pregnancy Pains

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, based on an anon request which I hope you will all like. It's a spin-off from Bedroom Talk, but can be read as a stand-alone. Let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Bedroom Talk

Part 2

Summary: (Y/n) and Eddie's second pregnancy is far from simple and it seems that everything which can go wrong, does go wrong.

Enjoy.

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"What's for dinner?"

"Um, I don't… what do you want, baby?" Tilting her head forward, (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to ward off the dizziness swirling around her head. It felt like a storm was rolling in, taking over her senses.

Her vision started to come over with spots. A horrible ringing burned in her ears like chapel bells were going off inside her eardrums. She could feel her heartbeat pounding through every inch of her skin and every crevace of her body. She wanted to be sick. Her throat was tightening up with that horrible urge to gag and puke and her stomach was tensing and pulling inwards.

Deep breaths didn't do much to clear her vision, but (Y/n) tried her best to smile. The last thing she wanted was to worry Chris.

Her head turned to the left and she looked down at Chris who was smiling up at her with wide eyes and a big grin.

The ringing sensation continued to flood her ears, but she could see a little better when she blinked rapidly and and tried to get moving instead of keeling over in the garden. She grabbed the wash basket and tucked it against her waist under her arm.

She managed a smile when Chris reached out and laced his hand with hers, leaning his head on her arm as they made their way back inside.

"Tuna sandwich?" Chris tilted his head back to look up at (Y/n) and his radiant smile made her want to smile down at him, but his suggestion made her stomach curdle.

With a quiet hum and a nod of her head, (Y/n) followed Chris into the kitchen and set the wash basket down on the table.

She let Chris grab the mayo from the fridge and a tin of tuna from the cupboard while she took deep, steadying breaths and tried to bulk herself up to prepare his lunch. (Y/n) already knew she wouldn't be eating anything for lunch today. She hadn't managed anything to eat yesterday, not even a ginger biscuit as she threw it back up immediately.

Even fluids weren't staying down anymore. Coffee smelt horrid. Hot chocolate was too thick and settled too heavy on her stomach. Juice was acidic even if it was watered down and it made her queasy. And (Y/n) couldn't manage one sip of water before she chucked it back up again.

"Get the bread then, baby." She washed her trembling hands before she found the tin opener, but she couldn't find the will to open it yet. She knew as soon as she smelt the fish, her stomach was going to rocket and she would start heaving.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) tilted her head down and moved her free hand to cradle her stomach. Scrutinising her small bump as if she could see through her stomach to the baby she was carrying.

Why was this pregnancy so horrid?

Her pregnancy with Chris had been a breeze. She barely felt sick, she always had energy and very little back ache and she could walk for miles and work just fine without feeling like she was going to keel over. Chris's pregnancy up until his birth had been a delight and (Y/n) loved every moment of it.

The second time around was not a charm. She was five months now and it seemed to have dragged on for a year. She had had two extra midwife appointments already because her morning sickness was so extreme she could barely drink. Eddie had taken her down to the emergency room twice in the last two months when she became so dehydrated she collapsed.

She had very little energy. Considering (Y/n) worked from home, she had to reduce her workload because she couldn't get out of bed some days and she felt so lethargic and run down. Even taking care of Chris was a struggle when he never used to be.

"Here, mum." Chris leaned his head on her arm and placed two slices of bread down on the counter.

He began to drum his fingers on the counter in time with the music blasting on the radio that sounded like static in (Y/n)'s ears.

(Y/n) could feel her hand shaking as she turned the tin opener and she found a spoon, carefully tipping the tuna into a plastic bowl. She moved the bowl in front of Chris and let him squeeze in a large amount of mayo and begin stirring.

A ragged breath pushed past her lips and (Y/n) clamped her hand down on the counter, moving her other hand to draw circles on her stomach that was churning like a cement mixer. Her lips felt chapped and dry. Her throat was tightening. Her stomach was ready to heave, even though she knew she had nothing left to throw up.

And (Y/n) dreaded to think what Eddie was going to say when she told him she hadn't eaten in two days, nearing three. Or technically, she had eaten a few biscuits in those days, but hadn't managed to keep them down.

(Y/n)'s head tilted back to tense her neck as she spread the tuna across the bread and cut it into triangles, just how Chris liked it. Once he was seated at the kitchen table, (Y/n) put the sandwich and a pack of crisps in front of him and moved to get herself a drink of water.

She didn't feel well.

Her head was still pounding like someone was smashing her skull with a hammer and her thighs were starting to jutter with each step she took. There was no energy left in her body. (Y/n) felt like she was depleted, left on one percent battery and moving wasn't going to be an option soon.

(Y/n) took a few small sips of water and it felt good to finally drink something and clear her dry throat. Her throat was always dry and sore these days from how frequently she was being sick.

But when a wave of tuna washed under her nose, (Y/n) could feel her eyes watering and she wanted to cry.

A burning sensation coursed up the back of her throat and her stomach started to ache as she doubled over the sink. Coughs anchored up from her chest, water spluttered past her lips and her stomach squeezed like she had been stabbed.

Once she started, she couldn't stop.

All (Y/n) could do was dry-heave and gasp for air that she couldn't get because her body was intent on making sure her stomach was clear, even of bile.

"Mum, you okay?" The way she coughed made Chris wonder if she was choking on a crisp. But he couldn't see any food near her that she was eating. He hadn't seen her eat in a while.

"Hm-" (Y/n) broke off to spit the last bit of water into the sink.

Her left hand smothered her temple and she groaned when she realised she was burning up. Her skin was flush with sweat and giving off heatwaves that could rival the sun. Her body was beginning to shake and she could barely bend or move her fingers anymore from how lethargic she was starting to feel.

When her knees started to quake, (Y/n) didn't hide her whimper and she pulled away from the sink so she could slump down on the kitchen floor.

"Mum!" Chris whined and pushed off his seat so he could go down on his knees beside her. His hand gave her thigh a squeeze while he leaned over to the table and found her phone. "Do I call dad?" Chris began to shake his hand in a stimming manner but he clenched the phone tight so he didn't drop it.

Eddie gave him instructions. If his mum was crying or she was sick, he needed to message Eddie and let him know. If she collapsed or became incoherent, he had to call Eddie until he answered or call his uncle Buck to get help.

Chris wasn't sure if this was the kind of situation where he called his dad or just messaged him to say his mum wasn't well.

"No, I- I will… go eat in t-the living room baby, please?" (Y/n) couldn't open her eyes. she tried but everything started to blur. She tucked her chin down into her chest and let Chris place her phone on her thigh.

The whine of protest he let out showed he wasn't happy about this, he didn't want to leave her. But he had been asked to leave the room and seeing his mum distressed only made him panic too and would start him stimming and send him into a meltdown. He picked up his half-finished plate of lunch and shuffled out into the living room.

(Y/n) didn't know if Eddie would be able to answer the phone or not. He was at work, there was a fifty-fifty chance that he would be out on a call with his phone either in his locker or left in the truck. She didn't want to bother him, she really didn't. But she could see that she didn't have a choice.

If she stayed home with Chris and didn't call someone, she was going to pass out and then who would look after Chris? What would he do if she collapsed?

She needed Eddie.

Her phone shook as she pressed the cold screen against her burning ear and moved her other arm to bind it tightly around her waist so she didn't start heaving again.

"Ola baby, you feeling any better today?"

Eddie's voice was like music to (Y/n)'s ears that were still ringing and she realised she clearly wasn't well because she had blocked out the sound of the radio. Her brain was starting to close down functions, her ears were tuning out, her legs were trembling and shutting down and she was sure she would be passing out at any given moment.

"I- I'm sorry." She did well to stop her voice from shaking but she couldn't give Eddie pleasantries when she felt this bad. She needed to tell him quickly what was going on before she passed out.

"What?" A small laugh tumbled past Eddie's lips as he planted his free hand down on his hip. He didn't know what that meant, but he had a few ideas. "Alright baby, what've you done?"

Whenever she apologised before telling him why, Eddie would find that she'd dropped and broken something. Or she had agreed to the pair of them going out somewhere without asking him first. Or like the time she had agreed they would take Chris to the museum- which Eddie ended up doing alone when (Y/n) had a hospital appointment she couldn't rearrange.

"Can y-you come home? Eddie please…" (Y/n) couldn't help but sniff at the end of her words, trying to stop herself from breaking off into a sob.

"Why, what's wrong? Are you okay, has something happened?"

This conversation wasn't going the way Eddie thought and he could feel his heart leaping up into his throat at the sound of his wife crying. He hated to see or hear her cry. He hated not being able to calm and comfort her when she was like this.

"It's happening again-" (Y/n) couldn't get through the end of her sentence before she tilted her head down towards her thighs and started to heave. Horrid, gasping sounds rumbled past her lips as she coughed and gagged.

There was nothing left to throw up, why couldn't her body understand that? Why couldn't her body realise that she needed some sort of substance to keep going? She needed water. The baby needed water and food and nutrients and right now the baby was going to be suffering.

"What? Baby is it the morning sickness?"

"Hm, it's b-bad."

"Alright, tell me the last time you ate something, and be honest with me." Understanding was laced into Eddie's tone but there was a stern hint to his voice that made (Y/n) shiver.

She didn't usually tell him. She didn't like worrying him and Eddie knew this had to be bad for her to ring him when he was at work. She had to feel ill or worry that the baby wasn't okay if she was asking him to come home.

"Two… three days?"

"(Y/n)! You should have called me!"

Hearing her name pass through his lips in that tone made (Y/n) shiver and she couldn't help but cry in response.

If Eddie knew it was this bad he wouldn't have gone to work yesterday. If she told him the truth he would have stayed home to look after her and Chris and if she called him earlier he would of left work early to be with her. She couldn't hide things like this from him and just hope and pray she would be able to get better on her own soon.

"Fuck. Baby I'm sorry, God I'm coming to get you now, okay? Try and drink some water for me, and I-"

"I can't, it w- it won't stay down."

"I'll be ten minutes."

Eddie was true to his word, barely ten minutes after ending the phone call with (Y/n), he stumbled through the front door and took a look around. He found Chris in the living room. He was perched on the sofa, bashing his hands down on the sofa in a violent stim as he swayed back and forth, trying to focus on the cartoons playing on the tv.

"Bud, where's your mum?"

"Kitchen. She said wait in here for you."

"Good lad, go put your shoes on please." Eddie already had a gut feeling that he would be taking (Y/n) down to the emergency room when he got home. Knowing she wasn't letting Chris sit with her showed how badly she felt and cemented the fact in his mind that she needed to see a doctor.

When Chris got up to do as he was asked, Eddie hurried into the kitchen and took a look around.

There she was. His girl, slumped on the floor in front of the sink. She had her legs curled beneath her and both arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. Her head was slumped to the side against the cabinet and tears were drenching her face and falling down he bridge of her nose and off her chin.

"Alright baby, let me take a look at you."

He went down on his knees in front of her and gently cupped her face in his hands, leaning her up off the cabinet. He didn't like the way her hands shook as she moved to grab his wrists or the pain he could see swirling in her watering eyes when she looked up at him.

His index and middle fingers pressed down against her neck to check her pulse. It was racing.

The back of his hand pressed against her temple and he clicked his tongue; she was flushed and sweating.

He hooked his finger against her bottom lip and gently tugged it down so he could peer into her mouth. The inside of her lips were discoloured, both lips were dry and chapped. Her pupils were constricted, she could barely keep her focus settled on him.

"You haven't managed to eat anything, not a bit of toast or anything?" When she shook her head, Eddie leaned forward and kissed her temple. "When was the last time you actually had a drink and managed to keep it down?"

The question swirled around in (Y/n)'s head, but she didn't have the answer. Eddie had been at work. It was hard to piece together the days when he was at work and she and Chris were at home. When Eddie was home the other day, he hadn't seen (Y/n) eat anything and but he knew she'd managed a few drinks. But he went to work, he had no way of knowing if she kept those drinks down or if she threw them back up after he left.

Her inability to answer gave Eddie the information he needed. His wife was severely dehydrated, and he needed to get her to the emergency room. Again.

"Alright, shh it's okay. We're going to the hospital mi amor, okay?"

(Y/n) looped her arms around Eddie's neck and let her tears soak into his shoulder while he pressed a flurry of kisses against her temple. He curved an arm around her back and the other beneath her knees and effortlessly lifted her bridal style.

"Chris, get in the car buddy." He nodded when Chris pointed at the car keys and bustled ahead. They had done this dance before. Chris would unlock and open the car so Eddie could carry (Y/n) and get her in. When (Y/n) whimpered into his neck, Eddie tilted his head down against hers and tucked her tighter into his chest if it were possible. "Shh, you're gonna be just fine, mi amor. I've got you."

This would be the second time this month Eddie had taken (Y/n) down to the emergency room. It would be their third visit due to dehydration with this pregnancy.

How many more times would he have to take her before they could find something that would help her? Why was she struggling so much this time when she had been perfectly fine when they had Chris?

***

Eddie lifted his head up off his hand and rattled his fingers through his hair. His head tilted down to look at Chris who was tucked under his right arm with his head in the middle of Eddie's chest. Chris had his legs curled up on the other side of the sofa while Eddie had his feet on the coffee table to stretch out.

They had been watching Scooby Doo for the last hour and during most of it, Eddie had zoned out or started to fall asleep. But he woke up almost straight away when Chris shifted round or started to laugh or mutter the lines.

When Chris tilted his head back into Eddie's chest to look up at him, Eddie smiled softly and moved his hand up and down Chris's arm.

"Ready for bed?" Eddie didn't know about Chris, but he himself was certainly ready to climb into bed.

Eddie had been on a night shift last night and when he came home in the morning, he told himself he wouldn't get into bed during the day and fall asleep. Whenever he did that, he either didn't sleep during the night or he made himself feel tired and sick when he had to wake up in the afternoon to pick Chris up from school.

But when he came home and found (Y/n) laid up in bed, Eddie couldn't resist and he had to join her. She didn't feel well.

Morning sickness had tapered down now but still came and went whenever it liked, even at seven months along. And for the past two days, (Y/n) had gone downhill with her energy level and her back pain. She barely got Chris to school on time this morning and when she came home, she bundled herself in bed and tried to sleep off the pains she had.

It was a comfort when Eddie joined her and they spent the majority of the day in bed. When Eddie brought Chris home from school, Chris had sat in bed with (Y/n) for a while to keep her company.

But after tea, Eddie told Chris to stay with him in the living room and let (Y/n) rest and sleep on her own.

"Can I say night to mummy?"

"Go on then, but don't wake her if she's asleep please."

Chris hopped up from the sofa and headed down the hall while Eddie busied himself turning the tv and the lights off. It was early, but he was tired too.

Chris pushed the bedroom door open and took a look around. The lights and the lamp were turned off, but the tv was on, although it was almost on mute with how low the volume was. The light from the tv shone on the bed and let Chris see where he was going as he wandered over to his mum's side.

She was laid on her side, her face buried in the pillows and he figured she was warm as the cover was only pulled up to her knees. He wandered over until he was next to the side table and gently flopped on the edge of the bed on his stomach. His chin propped up on (Y/n)'s arm that was about to dangle off the side of the bed and he smiled up at her.

"Hm, hi baby," (Y/n)'s voice was laced with sleep and she tiredly flopped her left arm around until it draped over Chris's shoulders. She tried to open her eyes and push her face down until she could kiss his curls.

"I told you not to wake her," Eddie chided quietly from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms folded over his chest. But the smile on his face was enough of a giveaway that he wasn't annoyed. He would just rather have (Y/n) sleep while she could. God knows she hadn't been sleeping through the night recently when she felt sick, despite how run down and tired she was during the day.

"Night mummy." Chris kissed her cheek and giggled into her neck when she tightened her arm around him and pressed a sloppy kiss to his neck.

"Night baby."

It didn't feel like five minutes had passed since Chris left the room and (Y/n) suddenly realised Eddie was climbing in bed behind her. And she realised the tv was turned off. She must have drifted back off to sleep again while he tucked Chris in bed.

A smile pulled at her lips and she leaned back when Eddie's bare chest moulded up against her back. His lips attached to the side of her neck and his arm looped around her waist, keeping her pinned back against him. She felt his hand drift beneath her shirt and he began to draw lazy patterns along her stomach.

He may not be a fan of how ill and in pain (Y/n) was during this pregnancy, but he sure was a fan of her growing stomach. He had been in the army when she was pregnant with Chris, the best Eddie got was pictures and seeing (Y/n)'s changing shape over a bad internet connection. This time, he was here to touch and feel and see it with his own eyes.

"How you feeling?" Eddie mumbled into her neck and he stayed still and compliant when (Y/n) reached up to hold his hand that was on her stomach.

She gingerly moved his hand down until his palm was pressed against the left side of her stomach near the middle.

"Hurts there… she must be kicking me." She felt Eddie's right arm move beneath her pillow and her hand moved to hold his arm and tuck it beneath her neck instead so she could lean on him. She kissed his wrist and burrowed down against him. (Y/n) wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she felt like she could sleep for a month.

It had been lovely this afternoon to curl up in bed with Eddie and watch a movie and drift in and out of sleep together. Even if she did have twinging pains and a bad headache, (Y/n) had been thrilled to spend some down time with him.

Her lips curved into a tired grin when she felt Eddie's fingers feathering over her stomach and he pressed his lips against the back of her hair. Moving his leg to rest between her thighs.

"Least she's sleeping now." Eddie muttered back since he couldn't feel their daughter wriggling or kicking about. Not like this morning, she had been moving like mad earlier.

"Fuck… Eddie!"

Tilting his head back, Eddie let out a groan and tried to open his eyes. He could feel his left arm being tugged and pulled until his shoulder almost came out of its socket.

He pulled his arm out of (Y/n)'s grip and pressed his hands down on the mattress so he could groggily sit himself up and try to wake up. The bedside lamp was on, basking the room in a golden orange glow. He gave his head a little shake to ward off the sleep from his eyes and he looked over to his right at (Y/n).

She was sat up and seemed to be hunched forward with her knees curled up near her stomach. Her left hand had shifted from his arm to clench tightly around his thigh while her right hand moved across her stomach.

"Baby, what's up?" He inched closer to be at her side and moved his right hand so he could rub circles on her back.

Did she feel sick? Was her back hurting again and she couldn't sleep?

"It hurts, really bad."

When she turned to look at him, Eddie realised tears were drenching her face and her lower lip was wobbling and threatening to fall. The pain was evident in her eyes and by the way she was twitching and trembling back and forth. He didn't have to ask to know where the pain was.

"Contractions?" He almost didn't have the nerve to ask and before (Y/n) could give him an answer, Eddie moved. He turned so he was facing her and rolled her shirt up over her stomach so he could examine her.

"No, I- I don't think so." She couldn't be sure, but she didn't think it was contractions. (Y/n) thought she remembered that pain being lower down in her abdomen and near her pelvis. This pain was around the middle and towards the side of her abdomen. It didn't feel low enough.

Her back clicked and she tensed and shrugged back from his touch when he pressed down on her stomach. It felt like he had physically cut through a nerve and (Y/n) couldn't help but whimper.

She didn't like the way Eddie tore his fingers through his hair. That was something he did when he was panicking.

"Eddie…?"

"I'm taking you back to hospital, just… just let me call Buck and see if he can have Chris."

Whatever the problem was, Eddie didn't like it and he didn't want to hang around and wait for it to get worse. They needed to make another trip down to the emergency room and that either meant taking Chris with them in the middle of the night or finding someone to come over and watch him.

Her eyes followed Eddie as he scoured the floor for his lounge shirt he had tossed somewhere when he came to bed. He found it and shrugged it over his head while he clicked on Evan's contact and prayed Evan was a light sleeper and would hear his phone ring. He knew Evan wasn't on shift tonight and he shouldn't be on tomorrow either. Their shift patterns usually lined up and they did most of their shifts together at the station.

"Buck, hey sorry I know it's late… I need a favour." He wouldn't know who else to call apart from Bobby, and he wasn't sure if Bobby would be at work tonight or in the morning. At least with Evan, Chris wouldn't be so unsettled if he woke in the morning and found his uncle here instead of his parents.

If not, Chris was going to get a very rude awakening and would be going out for a midnight drive.

"(Y/n)'s not well, I need to take her to the hospital, any chance you could come over so I don't have to take Chris with us-" Eddie pressed the phone to his ear and turned on his heels when he heard the quiet noise (Y/n) mewled. "Baby, what is it?"

He rounded the side of the bed and went to sit down next to her but he stopped when he realised she wasn't looking at him.

She had gone to sleep wearing only one of Eddie's shirts and her underwear. And when Eddie looked down, he realised there was a small splatter of blood beneath her and crimson smears stuck to her inner thighs.

"Thanks Buck…" Eddie trailed off and hung up before he slumped down on the side of the bed when Evan agreed instantly.

His eyes locked with (Y/n)'s while she raked her nails up and down her thighs hard enough to create streak marks in her skin. Why was she bleeding? If she thought she wasn't having contractions earlier, she was dead certain now that she wasn't. This wasn't labour, this was something else. She didn't bleed like this during labour- well, she had with Chris but that had been at the very end when she haemorrhaged. This wasn't normal.

"Baby, baby just look at me." Eddie reached across and held her wrists in his hands, pulling her hands onto his lap so she wouldn't hurt herself. "It's okay, as soon as Buck gets over here we'll go see a doctor. It's just a little blood, that's probably why you're in pain. Something might have moved or torn but it's okay."

(Y/n) tried to nod, but she couldn't bring herself to agree with Eddie. This pregnancy had been nothing but trouble. She had been sick, constantly in pain, unable to get out of bed or look after herself or Chris.

She felt like a hinderence to Eddie, she felt like she was causing so many problems and it wasn't fair. This never happened with Chris. She never got this unlucky and part of (Y/n) was glad. If this happened with Chris she would of had to rely on Eddie's family to help her and she wouldn't have him with her to look after her and comfort her.

But at the same time, this was the first pregnancy where she had Eddie here with her and it was going downhill. She loved Eddie's protective nature and him looking after her, but this wasn't fair.

"What did I do?"

"Hey, you didn't do anything, alright? Our girl's just a bit troublesome. Are you okay if I go unlock the door and grab a few things?"

When she nodded, Eddie pressed his lips to her forehead and lingered there for a few seconds before he dared to move. He made quick work of turning the lights on and finding his car keys and his wallet and slipping into his trainers. He unlocked the front door and found (Y/n)'s shoes before he headed back into the bedroom.

Admittedly Eddie wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to late night trips to the emergency room, it hadn't happened with (Y/n) for months since before this pregnancy. Eddie had never taken her so many times. The last time before she got pregnant was when she had an accident in the kitchen and sliced a kitchen knife through her hand.

"Alright, let's get these on you, baby."

(Y/n) slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to smile when Eddie slipped her plimsols on her feet like she was Cinderella. He couldn't exactly walk her into the emergency room with nothing on her feet and he figured she wouldn't want him carrying her in this time since she was more lucid. She had passed out last time when he and Chris got her to the hospital.

Her hands moved to Eddie's shoulders when his hands cupped her hips and he helped ease her forward off the bed so she was stood up in front of him.

(Y/n) latched her hands around Eddie's bicep and pressed her face into his shoulder. She was relieved he let her lean on him and his right hand moved across her chest to hold her arm and make sure she was supported as they slowly headed out the bedroom.

They didn't get three feet down the hall before (Y/n) pulled Eddie's arm closer and suddenly pressed his hand into her stomach as she groaned. Her chin pressed down into her chest and she froze, feeling a sob bubbling up in the back of her throat when she looked down.

Blood was steadily trickling down her thighs.

It felt as if a cord in her stomach had snapped. She could feel the baby moving and turning, mixing in with the throbbing ache pulsing through the middle of her stomach.

"Fuck- okay, come here baby." Eddie moved his hand from her arm to her waist and gently started tugging her with him as he walked backwards and pushed the bathroom door open with his foot. He flicked the light on and spun (Y/n) so he could ease her down to sit on the toilet.

He crouched down in front of her but his heart broke when (Y/n) began to cry. Quiet, rumbling sobs shook past her lips along with shallow breaths while both her hands moved to press into her stomach as if it would somehow help or stem the bleeding.

"Do- do you think we'll lose her?" (Y/n) could barely bring her eyes up to look at Eddie as he crouched between her thighs.

He froze for a second, unable to drag his eyes away from hers when her question broke his heart. He didn't want to think like that. He didn't want to go down that path or let his mind wander because he didn't know what either of them would do if that was the case.

She watched as he moved his hands to press them on top of hers, cradling her stomach with her as he rolled his lips together.

"No, no we're not losing her mi amor. She's not going anywhere."

He needed to get both his girls to the hospital; again.

***

"Mum!" A smile lit up Chris's face and he wandered into the kitchen and locked his eyes on (Y/n). He didn't expect to find her in here. He slung his school bag on the kitchen table and hurried over to where (Y/n) was knelt on the floor.

He slumped down on his knees next to her and wrapped his arms around her, burrowing his face into her neck as he nudged the washing basket in front of her out of his way.

"Hi baby, how was school?"

"Good, I won a quiz in English." He grinned when (Y/n) kissed his cheek, whispering "That's my clever boy." In his ear.

His forehead pressed into hers but he tilted his head to the side to look up when Eddie walked into the kitchen. They both watched him stand in the doorway, arms folded over his chest and his head tilted to one side with an arched brow in (Y/n)'s direction.

"Funny, I thought bed rest meant staying in bed, and this looks like the kitchen to me."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and leaned against Chris's forehead, watching quietly as Eddie grabbed the wash basket and put it on the kitchen table next to Chris's bag. She pressed another kiss to Chris's cheek before he unravelled from her and moved to sit down at the table.

She reached her hand up to the counter but stopped when Eddie only sighed and held his hands out in front of her. She took them gratefully and let him lift her up to her feet.

Her hands moved up to grip his shoulders and she smiled sweetly up at him but it didn't do anything to soften Eddie's look. She could feel his hands move to give her hips a squeeze and she let him turn her in the direction of the doorway. That was her silent signal to go back and sit down.

She looked over at Chris and gave him a lasting smile which he returned, before she headed out the kitchen. Her hand trailed along the wall for leverage to try and keep herself upright. Her legs had gone to jelly hours ago from how long she had been sat down. And (Y/n) could feel Eddie hovering behind her like a looming shadow of protection.

When she got in the bedroom, (Y/n) moved towards the pile of clothes she had set on the bed earlier and began folding them ready to put away. Eddie's eyes burned holes through her back and the thought made her shiver.

Her lips pressed together into a thin line and she moved her free hand to cradle her stomach.

"Would you just sit down?" Eddie reached out and planted his hands back down on (Y/n)'s hips and stopped her in her tracks.

He pressed his chest into her back and leaned over to attach his lips to the side of her neck. He stopped her from walking towards the wardrobe and he curved one arm around to grab the clothes from her hands and throw them back down on the bed.

He could feel (Y/n) waiting for his next move and when she tilted her head back on his shoulder, he moved his hand to her stomach.

"I've been stuck in here for two weeks, baby. I need to move at some point,"

Bed rest had never felt so boring. In truth, (Y/n) had never been put on bed rest before, she'd never had an accident or an injury that called for bed rest. Having a placental abruption changed things. No heavy lifting, no straining or moving about too much in case the placenta moved any more. If (Y/n) had another haemorrhage, she would go into labour or risk losing the baby.

And (Y/n) couldn't wake up during the night to another bleed and horrid pains that still seemed to echo in her stomach, even now.

"Moving isn't the problem, trying to do everything else is. Leave the washing, me and Chris will do that later."

"I can't just do nothing, this whole pregnancy I've barely got out of bed other than to be sick or go to hospital." (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes and her throat felt like it was going to close up.

She moved her hands down to squeeze Eddie's hands until he walked her over to the bed and she took the hint to sit down. She thought he would sit next to her but he moved round and instead, knelt down between her legs. His arms resting on her thighs with his hands cupping her hips and his chin perched on her leg so he was staring up at her with those chocolate eyes that melted her into a puddle.

"You're not well, mi amor, there's nothing with taking it easy. Two, maybe three weeks and she'll be here." Eddie slipped his hand beneath her shirt to run his fingers along her stomach and he leant up so he could press his lips to the spot where he felt the baby kick.

He smiled softly against her stomach when he felt (Y/n)'s hands move so one was gripping his shoulder and the other was tangled in his hair. Her fingers combed through his locks and brushed them back while she leaned over to kiss his temple.

"I want her now… I'm fed up of being ill." (Y/n) could feel the tears rolling down her face before she realised she was starting to cry.

Eddie's lips pressed a final kiss to her stomach before he pushed up on his knees so he was level with her, resting between her thighs. His fingers wormed their way along her hips and beneath her shirt before his hands spread out across her back and he tugged her closer. He let her slump her head onto his shoulder and he turned his head to the side so he could press a wet, tender kiss to her temple.

"She'll be here soon, baby. Then we'll have a little girl in our arms, hm?"

That was the only thought keeping Eddie going. That soon enough, this pregnancy from Hell would be over and he would have (Y/n) back to her normal health and he wouldn't have to worry about her so much. And there would be a little girl in his arms that he would spoil. They would be a family of four and everything would get back on track once their daughter was here.

"Can't you bribe her to be born now?" It was no secret that their daughter loved the sound of Eddie's voice.

He had taken to talking to her when she started to kick and wriggle because she seemed to settle when he spoke. And it was a way Eddie had gotten (Y/n) to stick to bed rest if he stayed with her and started talking to their baby.

His lips curved into a smile against her temple and he continued to rub his hand up and down her back. He wasn't sure what good it would do, but if it would calm (Y/n) down and get her to stay in bed and rest, he would do anything.

"I can try."

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